#tumult - Hello Poetry

Wishes, I never said...? Rolling tongues, admit appearances Are deceiving, but purpose to lead... Has an ear for a rainbow's chances Rainbows lead to pouting voices... Facing the stare, I make a quiet Collective memory served; has choices... The reagent of a house of colors, so bright Star's that starve? As the moment indicates... Your rhyme for the silent, is another's liar... Privilege behind a scare, finishes the irate Races of fate, found in a valued youth... Respite is to be, an awkward challenge Of a time, that accuses you for couth... Curses of final fear, are often to nearer mention The fright in the rain Told to sit, by a silver voice... Sigh's and minding, the candor of pain Will such a song, begin here with loyalty? Does and doesn't... Shame wear a passion's decision? Deciding upon, a notorious lesson won't Is a handful of salt, the only shared intuition? Liberty, at all costs... And a hill named only rage That worth's the world, with hosts Sent to a wish, I made... Time be a liar's friend... One step more Like love and hates marvel, to lend... The story of reach, is who's war?

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Feb 14, 2024

Feb 14, 2024 at 9:08 PM UTC

david-hilburn

The King Of Another's Misery

Wishes, I never said...? Rolling tongues, admit appearances Are deceiving, but purpose to lead... Has an ear for a rainbow's chances Rainbows lead to pouting voices... Facing the stare, I make a quiet Collective memory served; has choices... The reagent of a house of colors, so bright Star's that starve? As the moment indicates... Your rhyme for the silent, is another's liar... Privilege behind a scare, finishes the irate Races of fate, found in a valued youth... Respite is to be, an awkward challenge Of a time, that accuses you for couth... Curses of final fear, are often to nearer mention The fright in the rain Told to sit, by a silver voice... Sigh's and minding, the candor of pain Will such a song, begin here with loyalty? Does and doesn't... Shame wear a passion's decision? Deciding upon, a notorious lesson won't Is a handful of salt, the only shared intuition? Liberty, at all costs... And a hill named only rage That worth's the world, with hosts Sent to a wish, I made... Time be a liar's friend... One step more Like love and hates marvel, to lend... The story of reach, is who's war?

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A voice is heard often Like a lion roaring in a den. He wants to come out, Roar once again, slake his drought. But another voice is heard again, It rebukes the lion and closes the den. This voice sounds like that of a man Who wants to do all, but has no plan. The day isn’t too far When the tumult will turn into a war. Face of lion with a body of man, I see, None is ready to set the other free. This war of the voices begins with the sunrise, And ends at the moment I close my eyes. This is the way where monsters tread, Head’s alive, while the heart’s dead.

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Dec 26, 2019

Dec 26, 2019 at 9:51 AM UTC

mistella

Where Monsters Tread

A voice is heard often Like a lion roaring in a den. He wants to come out, Roar once again, slake his drought. But another voice is heard again, It rebukes the lion and closes the den. This voice sounds like that of a man Who wants to do all, but has no plan. The day isn’t too far When the tumult will turn into a war. Face of lion with a body of man, I see, None is ready to set the other free. This war of the voices begins with the sunrise, And ends at the moment I close my eyes. This is the way where monsters tread, Head’s alive, while the heart’s dead.

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*Sapphire currents engulf consciousness 'neath waves of ancient sunken treasure, delving neath oceans cobalt manifests, lost riches of bygone eras destined to respectfully resurface its significance, midst new horizons' creations as clarity's power deeply inhales the depths of salty sea's tumult*

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Jul 17, 2015

Jul 17, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC

poetessa-diabolical

Salty seas' tumult

*Sapphire currents engulf consciousness 'neath waves of ancient sunken treasure, delving neath oceans cobalt manifests, lost riches of bygone eras destined to respectfully resurface its significance, midst new horizons' creations as clarity's power deeply inhales the depths of salty sea's tumult*

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Can one explode inwards? It's hard to know. Expectation, I'm putting on a show, but I don't feel it. *I'm catching smoke and inhaling fire.* If this is the end then end it now. Don't drag it forward and leave me suffocating in the darkness. Alone in the unknown. I am not me, I am the man in the mirror. The tumult in my head and heart cannot take this.

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Aug 8, 2014

Aug 8, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC

alexrose

Expectations

Can one explode inwards? It's hard to know. Expectation, I'm putting on a show, but I don't feel it. *I'm catching smoke and inhaling fire.* If this is the end then end it now. Don't drag it forward and leave me suffocating in the darkness. Alone in the unknown. I am not me, I am the man in the mirror. The tumult in my head and heart cannot take this.

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